When reading these three short stories of Capote's, it provides an insight into the troubled man's future. The stories are wonderful, humorous and suspenseful until that last sentence where he breaks your heart. I would recommend not reading the biography until after you have read the stories u...
"I've always thought a body would have to be sick and dying before they saw the Lord. And I imagined that when He came it would be like looking at the Baptist window: pretty as colored glass with sun pouring through, such a shine you don't know it's getting dark. And it's always been a comfort: t...
Wow! Truman Capote is a master of descriptions! He makes the people, the surroundings and the feelings so very real! You almost feel like you are there with him as a young boy and his "friend" (never named in this story, I noticed) as they pick pecans for the fruitcakes they will bake or procure ...
This was a short an interesting read. It remembers me of "The Lady of the Camelias" - a classic tale of a prostitute falling in love with one of her customers - but it is different as this is not one of Ottilie's customers that feels for, but rather a man who reminds her of her rural upbringing. ...
As an English reader I had not heard of the Clutter massacre, and all I knew about Truman Capote was his novel "Breakfast at Tiffany's". It took a while before I recognised this novel as truly great. The 1950's domesticity did not appeal to me. It seemed alien, claustrophobic, gender-specific and...
"Тези разкази може и да сте ги чели. Кратката проза на Труман Капоти не излиза за първи път на български език, но предимството е, че в тази книга е събрано почти всичко. А това позволява да се проследи развитието на Капоти като разказвач – от автор, който е внимателен към детайлите и създава поет...
Too bad that this is an unfinished novel. I could have given this at least 4 stars.According to Wiki, Capote was not able to finish this novel because he got busy with the stardom In Cold Blood (4 stars) gave him. In 1966, he signed a contract with Random House to write this book with January 1st...
Роман служит прекрасной иллюстрацией к тому, что, раз автор не хотел публиковаться, значит, у него были причины.Текст очень и очень слабый, вот прямо видно, что это черновик. Местами попадаются очень хорошие, ограненные абзацы, а за ними - опять мелодрама и скелет из клише. Герои не прописаны, а ...
The Grass Harp: Truman Capote on the Sunny Side of the Street"Gonna take a Sentimental Journey,Gonna set my heart at ease. Gonna make a Sentimental Journey,to renew old memories...Never thought my heart could be so yearny. Why did I decide to roam? Gotta take that Sentimental Journey, Sentimenta...
Semi-ritratto di Truman Capote(ovvero, cosa si deduce sulla sua persona dalla letture di Musica per camaleonti, ci saranno riprese letterali di fatti ben chiariti da lui stesso e mie deduzioni, tutto insieme a mo' di calderone)Di sicuro quest'uomo ha un amor proprio decisamente maggiore del mio.L...
Puzzling, stories about serious characters. Serious, meaning the characters' enjoyment flows from some place, some wish, or some spiritual-searching that I cannot locate. Deeply interested and involved, addressing grave and earnest states, the women in these stories choose paths toward uncertaint...
Published when Truman Capote was only twenty-three years old, Other Voices, Other Rooms is a literary touchstone of the mid-twentieth century. In this semiautobiographical coming-of-age novel, thirteen-year-old Joel Knox, after losing his mother, is sent from New Orleans to live with the father w...
Perhaps no twentieth century writer was so observant and elegant a chronicler of his times as Truman Capote. Whether he was profiling the rich and famous or creating indelible word-pictures of events and places near and far, Capote’s eye for detail and dazzling style made his reportage and commen...
For instance, there is a brownstone in the East Seventies where, during the early years of the war, I had my first New York apartment. It was one room crowded with attic furniture, a sofa and fat chairs upholstered in that itchy, particular red velvet that one associates with hot days on a tram. ...
Odd Henderson was the meanest human creature in my experience. And I’m speaking of a twelve-year-old boy, not some grownup who has had the time to ripen a naturally evil disposition. At least, Odd was twelve in 1932, when we were both second-graders attending a small-town school in rural Alabama....
My mother, who was exceptionally intelligent, was the most beautiful girl in Alabama. Everyone said so, and it was true; and when she was sixteen she married a twenty-eight-year-old businessman who came from a good New Orleans family. The marriage lasted a year. My mother was too young to be a mo...
“Oh, nothing,” I said, but the truth was that I’d remembered a long-ago question by Perry Smith, one of the two murderers whose trial was being reenacted here. He had been captured a few days before, and his question was, “Were there any representatives of the cinema there?” I wondered what he wo...
“Prior,” she would begin, “to the time That One made a jailbird of me.” As for the rest of us, we could have divided history along similar lines; that is, in terms of before and after the tree-house. Those few autumn days were a monument and a signpost. Except to collect his belongings, the Judge...
On the table, paper—in the chairs, men. Windows above the street. On the street, people—against the windows, rain. This were, perhaps, an abstraction, a painted picture only, but that the people, innocent, unsuspecting, moved below, and the rain fell wet on the window. For the men stirred not, th...
How are you? How you feeling? SECOND COWBOY: Good! Real good. I feel so good I didn’t have to jack off this morning to get my heart started. “CARISSIMO!” SHE CRIED. “YOU’RE JUST what I’m looking for. A lunch date. The duchess stood me up.” “Black or white?” I said. “White,” she said, reversing my...